Ski towns are called ski towns for a reason. I get that. But you'd be surprised by just how many golf addicts live in those towns and can't wait for those courses to melt each spring and show their true colors.
I chose Colorado because I wanted good snow in December, and there aren't that many places you can be sure to get it. In California, December snow is inconsistent: In 2012, the Sierra Nevadas had more snow than any other mountain range in the world. In 2013: nada. It was all man-made.
The best ski homes don't just sit near the best slopes, they ooze luxury and tempt you to never leave. With style, comfort and amazing views, these 10 ski homes let you live like a local -- a very wealthy local -- in the best ski resorts in the world.
The 2013-14 season has brought another slate of terrain expansions and new ski lifts. In some cases, the trend of bringing "side-country" in-bounds offers the flavor of rugged backcountry skiing, minus any serious avalanche concerns.
I would love to tell you how beautiful this experience was, and how close to God I felt climbing this magnificent mountain. However, I believe I became delirious somewhere around 4,000 feet and really have no memory of making it to the top.
M and I have been together for awhile now and I feel I know him pretty well. However, what if out of the blue he becomes someone I don't know, someone who decides it's perfectly fine to burp at the table or pore over his share of the group dinner bill like an oncologist reading a bone scan?
While my skiing days might be few and far between until we find a treatment for this disease, that's okay if, and only if, I realize the importance of harnessing that frustration and anger and channeling it into more valuable assets.
Before I met Arlene (ex-wife), I had lived 27 blissful years neither needing, nor wanting, to ski. Unfortunately for me, after meeting Arlene and her family, things quickly went downhill (that can be taken in so many ways).
Up here at altitude you can not only see the late autumn, you can feel it, too. It wasn't at all like Lake Tahoe, where summer still seemed to be raging as we drove the winding road from our mountain chalet.